Andre left. He did days ago. He told me I was unhappy always with him around and that he shouldn't get so close with someone like me anyway, /he wasn't exactly wrong but/
He left the next morning. Didn't tell me. didn't say where. dick move. I'll see him again someday and I will literally crack his skull. It's okay now.
Pop hinted at maybe finding me someone else who'll stick around while he's at work. I have Cricket, she comes over all the time and things are good. He's unconvinced. He says she knows something i don't. That's untrue. I know everything.
There's this guy
it's noon. I have two hours to prepare and then decompress.
There's someone at school. Thinks he's real smooth, thinks I won't notice his ways. I will never like him. Not that I like anyone.
His name is Stephan but I don't think he's telling the truth. I think he made that name up. but nobody knows anything. cricket knows him but says she doesn't know much either. Really tall, kinda medium-ish skin, black eyes. Kind of a looker, really, which sucks because I hate him. He's got a nice smile, too. I wonder what he's hiding (people don't smile like that when they're happy). He's better at lacrosse than me and that's saying a lot because I am violent and nightmarish. He makes fun of me for it. I cannot help it.
what time is it? I can't read the clock for now.
it's been a long time I think. I was listening to a robotic man's voice telling me how to tie a noose. I would never do such a thing for myself. I am afraid of death, partly because I know I will go to hell and there everyone I hear is as real as I am.
I didn't take my medicine yesterday or this morning. I sometimes don't because I know I won't have control of myself after I do, but then again I don't know that I have control without it, either. I will take the ones I haven't yet, maybe I will be tired enough to try and sleep.
It's almost 2. I can hear bones crackle
there's children this time and they only stare at me. this is upsetting. an awful screeching, too ii dont know how to stop it and there is nothing out there for me
i will forever be trapped in this mental loop and Lord knows i'll be closed off before i learn to read time again
I lived.
shit.
we'll continue this later.
Amen.
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Victoria's 2pM Diary
Teen Fiction"Just because I'm here, doesn't mean I did it. And just because you're here, doesn't mean I WON'T DO IT AGAIN." Victoria Majo liked to stay quiet. She liked everyone to stay quiet. A paranoid schizophrenic, what she heard in her head was loud enough...
